Hey Hey, how are you guys? This story is a one-shot, but as a prequel to Teacher and a sequel to I know I am Awesome. Teacher exists in German and English. IkIaA is only available in English until now. Still have fun at the One-Shot and if you like to, stop by the two -quels. Also, kind of lost the cover, so its a bit cut of, bcs I screenshoted it from the german version.

PS: It could also be that the days of the week and so on do not quite match. It's been a while since I wrote the pre-/sequels.

Raindrops form a small paint on the street of Tokyo. It's only drizzling slightly, but just two hours ago it stormed like it hasn't for a long time. That's probably why there was so much turbulence on the last flight from Seoul to Tokyo... the flight staff was already afraid that the plane would crash. The weather forecast has failed and so the flight was not postponed or even cancelled. But with his arrival, this teenager brought good weather. The clouds are slowly moving, the rain is only weak and the sun is making its way. A few of the rays dimly illuminate the otherwise dark alleys of the big city.

The in-ear headphones of the young dancer played old hip hop songs. The Walkman was just one of the many music devices in the big travel bag. They probably needed even more space than his clothes. He hums to the music and dances through the almost empty streets. Only a few shops were open. Most of them were gas stations or 24/7 shops. At the end of the song, the boy finds himself in one of the latter mentioned. He wanders through the compartments and looks for a drink. It was already too late for Energys... he grabs a soda and pays. Smiling, he leaves the store and is greeted by the sun.

That's a beautiful life. What was the easiest way to forget your big first love? Exactly! You leave the country and concentrate on school.

His eyes wander up the building in front of him. That must be 10 gloors at least. He digs through his pocket in search of the little piece of paper with the address. Apartment number 312. Either that was pretty high up, or the apartment numbers started pretty high up. The young man sighs. Just before he could ring the bell, a bright voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, are you Hoseok?"

Hoseok POV

I quickly turn around. Almost too fast. If I hadn't been training on my balance for years, I would probably be overturned.

The girl behind, or now in front, of me smiles at me after my reaction.

"I'm Shimoto," she continues in Korean. "There are three of us in the dorm, or we were three in the dorm. You're the fourth."

She locks the door in front of which I stand up and goes through the small anteroom to the stairs. Then she stops.

"Our room is on the fourth floor. I usually go. Would you like to ride the elevator?"

I shake my head. It was okay for me to take the stairs. Climbing stairs promotes endurance.

"Perfect, let's bring your things to your room first. You share it with Sutogarue. Then I'll show you everything. In three days you will get your own key. In the meantime, maybe you should always stay with one of the three of us anyway. Then we'll have enough time to show you everything."

Shimoto and I were quickly on the fourth floor.

"You can call me Shimo. If it would be okay for you, I would give you my number right away. So you can call me anytime if you need anything."

Shimo unlocks room 312. I was too distracted to pay attention to which number the rooms started at.

"Uhm, I think that would be helpful..."

She smiles.

"Sutogarue and Katashaki are running right now. We call them Suto and Tasha, but they should just introduce themselves later."

When I came to the apartment, I could hardly hide my amazement. I would have imagined them small and messy, but the opposite was the case. The dorm part that could be seen was bigger than two of the rooms in my old campus. And here that excluded the bedroom and bathroom. Shimo and I are currently in something that can probably be an open anteroom in a mixture of living room and dining room, the latter consisting of a kitchen island that separates the living room from the kitchen. The living room was large and very open. The leather couch probably needed the most space. Her cushions looked softer than a cat's fur. On the wall hung a flat-screen TV, the diameter of which was estimated at 2 x 1 metre. The coffee table was almost completely empty. Only a remote control and a candle adorned the wooden glass frame. Next to the TV on both sides were cupboards. The upper half glazed, the lower half provided with a wooden shutter. Everything was kept so clean that I wondered if this was always the case, or if they specially cleaned for my arrival.

"Behind the first door is your bathroom, behind three thirds ours and behind the last door is the room of Tasha and me."

I nod. Then I follow her to the second room. This one was also bigger than expected. He was not like the campus clearly divided into two or greedy parts. One of the beds was freshly made. I put my things down next to it.

"We can't do the room tour until tomorrow... do you want to sleep already?"

I stare at the floor in shame.

"If it would be okay for you..."

My cell phone watch told me it's Friday, 19:37.

So pretty early to sleep, but I just couldn't keep my eyes open, so I agreed and went to bed. Later I was awakened by two loud voices, I heard the front door slam and then Shimo, who reprimanded the two arrivals.

I smiled.

Before anyone can come in, I slip into a cosy robe and then I leave the room.

There is a girl in the living room on the couch. She had a Rasta, wore sweatpants and a sports bra and had a bucket hat over her face. My eyes wander into the kitchen. Shimo stands next to a guy who was much taller than her. He was wearing his bucket hat, baggy jeans, and an oversize shirt where the sleeves are cut out so wide that it covers absolutely nothing.

He turns around and grins nicely at me: "Hi, you must be J-Hope. I've seen some of your videos. I'm happy to dance with you!"

He reaches out his hand to me.

"Hoseok...", Shimo presses himself next to us. "This is Sutogarue from Canada. His father was Japanese."

"Just call me Suto!"

I grin back and shake his hand.

"Hobi!" I introduce myself.

Shimo looks behind me. I turn around. Not a metre behind me is now also the girl from the couch.

"Hi!", she also smiles sweetly. "I am Katashaki. From Jamaica. My mom is from Japan, my dad is from China. My friends call me Tasha..."

I smile back. She seems nice.

The rest of the evening, Shimo shows me the apartment building. There is a bike room, training rooms and a total of 9 floors. I almost guessed it right. Our apartment was small but spaciously furnished and neatly organised. At least for the moment. Shimo warned me that Suto and they are both pretty messy.

The day was long, or at least it seemed long. I wanted to sleep for days again, but something prevented me from doing so. My roommate.

Dancing. Dancing. Dancing. That was always the topic I talked about, it was what I did every free minute. Now I just wanted something different for a moment: sleep, but of course it doesn't work that in a dorm of four dancers everyone had this rare phase at the same time.

Suto noticed how finished I was and plays the music respectfully only through earplugs. The girls, however, feel the apartment with fully turned 'Twenty One Pilots' songs. Apart from the fact that I couldn't think of any choreographies, "Ride" doesn't even let me sleep now.

The next day I woke up by my alarm clock. And yes, I also have an alarm clock for Saturdays at 6 o'clock. On the other side of the room comes a grumbling from Suto. Quietly I slip out of the room, on the way I take a windbreaker, my Walkman and my cell phone with me.

I got a message from Shimo at 2 a.m. No wonder they all want to sleep in when they're awake for so long.

Shimo

Your keys are already here, they're on the kitchen island.

I smile. Then I don't have to ring the bell later. I jog into the kitchen and gently pick up the three little keys. Shimo has already told me, one is for the house, one for the dorm itself and the last one for gym, garage and co.

I close the door quietly behind me and start jogging.

Running in the morning is a healthy habit of mine, which I still knew from my childhood. I breathe in the cool morning air and enjoy the first rays of sunshine of the day. The music feels my ears and I close my eyes briefly. A tap on my shoulder pulls me out of all my thoughts.

"Tasha?"

"Good morning, Hoseok... also on the road early?"

She smiles. I smile back.

"Yes, daily morning run..."

"Cool, then we can run together from now on!" she beams. I have to smile. How can someone be as pretty as Tasha?

"Where do you have to go? Or are we just walking like that?"

"I wanted to buy a lanyard. But I can do that another time..."

We walk through the old town, through a ghetto-like area on the outskirts of the city, over lakes (bridges) and rivers (bridges) and through Sakura gardens.

It felt like we had only walked for a few minutes, although it actually took us almost thirty minutes to the small hill with the big oak. I'm sitting close to Tasha, my jacket is over our shoulders. The sun is rising on the horizon. I have to smile. The moment could not be more beautiful. Tasha grabs my hand and I turn to her smiling. But then my smile was knocked out of my face with a fist. What was I doing here? Am I really about to fall head over heels in love with a girl I didn't even know? My thoughts wander to Yoongi. My first great love. When we were among each other, he had always held my hand. In public he preferred to shake her off, quite different from this Taehyung model now. Yoongi presents him like a gold trophy and plays himself up like never before. Someone should get him off his high snut, but certainly not me! I didn't fly to Japan for no reason.

"Hobi!"

"Huh?"

"I just called you for the third time. A thousand emotions have played out on your face at the same time! Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine, thank you...", I whisper.

"You must miss Korea..." Tasha replies in a pleasant tone. Her voice is just as beautiful as she is...

"Mhm, I do. Especially the people there."

"How was it there, or how are they there? Why did you want to leave when it was so great?"

"South Korea is beautiful. River, park, city, everything... my friends are wonderful people. There would be my former roommate Namjoon. He's really smart and handsome. He recently got a steady boyfriend. Seokjin Jin is pretty arrogant, but actually heavy okay. I like him. Then there would be Jimin, a really nice guy. And Jungkook, he's doing an apprenticeship in winter sports. I want to go somewhere to Europe. He is learning German right now. There is such a damn well-known ski area, or several in Austria. They are said to be quite well known for winter sports..."

"That sounds wonderful. But why did you leave there?"

I had to swallow. Yoongi...

"I want to put as much distance as possible between me and my ex. We didn't really get along well... the dance academy is just right for me."

"And then Shimo just took you in with us..."

"Yes, really a lovely girl."

A pleasant silence settles over us. Tasha broke it.

"Did you say 'my ex', as in a boy?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Tasha turns away and pulls her hand back. Did I do something wrong? Does she have anything against homosexuality? I stare at her in confusion.

"Come with me, Hoseok. I want to buy you something..."

She gets up and pulls me up. I trotted quietly behind her. The silence was much more unpleasant this time and I definitely wanted to break it. Tasha was the first to distract me from Yoongi, at least for a short time.

"Tasha, do you have anything against bisexuals?" I asked the inevitable question.

"Are you bi?"

Didn't I say that before? I just nodded.

"Oh, well. No."

She smiled as she turned around. Then she pulls me by my hand into a small shop on a corner in the ghetto area.

"Hello, Tasha!" greeted the old lady behind the counter.

Tasha greeted back happily.

"Granma Siso, this is Hoseok. Our new roommate. He doesn't have a magical work yet. I'd like to buy him one!"

Grandma starts laughing.

"For the young man? Is he worthy of it?"

I look back and forth between the two confused. The old lady scrutinises me, but never lost the smile from her face.

"All in any way, Granma. I'm sure!"

"Well then! We'll find something."

When the old lady disappeared in a camp, I turn to Tasha. My eyes asked enough questions. And clearly.

"A magical work is like a diary. You can write down your training dates, your experiences and your wishes in it!"

I laughed out loud and asked sarcastically: "Let me guess. Of course, the wishes in it all come true..."

When I said it, it sounded even more ridiculous.

Tasha grinned at that.

"You don't really believe that!"

"I don't know. I was wishing for something at first, but it seems to be in the works right now..."

I literally laughed at Tasha.

The lady appears again behind the counter, Tasha gives her her money, we say goodbye and jog back.

Tasha gives me the little paper bag with the book and with it I go to my room while Tasha disappears into the kitchen. It's just before 9 o'clock now. Suto yawns next to me. But I don't let myself be swayed. Slowly I pull the book out of the paper. As if it were sacred.

„Did Tasha buy you a magical work?"

Somehow I was disappointed with this statement. So she buys everyone a...

I sit down at the breakfast table after wishing Suto a good morning, ignoring his question. My pen almost glides when he writes about the smaften pages. There is only one sentence inside:

Let love at first sight be.

I close the book. At that moment, Shimo and Suto come to the table whining. Shimo puts his head back on his arms and didn't fall asleep again for ten seconds at the dining table. Tasha comes with vegetable, fruit, pastry, sausage and cheese plates.

"We eat quite European-inspired breakfast...", Suto explained.

I nod. Shimo, we begin to eat.

"Won't you wake her up?" I ask in surprise.

"She's nothing anyway...", Suto replies with his mouth full and Tasha nods only in confirmation.

I continue to eat. While we are still eating, Shimo eventually gets up and walks to the couch. She begins to talk.

"Suto and I are leaving in half an hour. We won't be back at school until tomorrow morning..."

Tasha nods and I decide to stay out of it, because I seem to have too little information or too little experience to get involved in the conversation.

Half an hour later, the two were out of the house.

"Hoseok..."

"Hmm?"

"When people get to know each other in a bar, they ask each other on the same day for a date..."

I stopped drinking my tea and looked at her. That's right.

"Yes?"

"Are you going on a date with me?"

I stare at her with wide eyes. She hadn't really done that...

"Date? Like, Dating Date?"

"Yes..."

"Uhm..."

What should I answer?

"Yes?"

"Thank you, Hobi!" Tasha falls over my neck overjoyed.

"Be ready at 8 in the evening! We're walking to Tokyo Drift!"

"You didn't just invite me because you need a date, did you?"

"No! Whereby I have to admit that I would have gone there so and so..."

I had to laugh. And hugged her again. What had this girl done to me within just one day? Why does she make me so addicted in a few hours?

The cars that participated in the drift in the garage described my current emotional situation perfectly. They turn in such a way that you might think that they don't have an accident, but in the end everyone arrives at the finish line without having fallen over even once. As wild as it was, even if they once got off the track, the cars always found their way back...

And at some point, one of these cars drives straight to the finish line at full throttle before it starts the next race.

Just now, this car was our kiss. Ded kiss from me and an almost perfect girl, Katashaki Y/N on the edge of a drift track, in the middle of Tokyo.